The #100wordstory is just that, exactly one hundred words long.
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Connected
The new girl didn’t understand. He had photographs and items of furniture but the tub by his bed was more precious. She seemed amused yet concerned by his insistence to keep it and there was something about her cheery “Goodnight “ that he didn’t trust.
When all was quiet he lifted the lid, fingered, and smelt the earth. He was back in the garden with the sun on his back and hope in his soul as he planted, tended, and harvested his land.
Two days later he was gone as was the tub of dirt that the girl had thrown away.
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